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Karen Cheverie

 

He asked how big the leaves were, how tall they grew, whether they bloomed or not, so I just explained to him that white potatoes bloom white blooms, and blue potatoes bloom blue blooms.

This fella from Ontario had come in yesterday, and he had asked myself and my son if we could describe for him what a potato plant actually looked like.  It caught me by surprise because he didn’t know, when I thought they grew potatoes in Ontario.

My oldest son, he’s almost nineteen, and he is really, really into farming. I had him when I was sixteen, and was fortunate enough that my family accepted it. So we grew up together, and we’re still growing together. Being on the stall is kind of an experience for my sons; I think that they really enjoy it. They get to meet the different people and they’re getting a feel for what we’re appreciated for.

People come in from North Carolina, down in Florida and California, and they’ll come in, and they’ll say that our produce here is even nicer than some of their own in some of those places. And we get people who come in with their pets, and their dogs eat peas and carrots. It’s funny isn’t it. It’s amazing where people come from, and how nice they are. And they come in here, and they want to tell you stories, like one person, they sold their home, and they bought an RV, they’ve been travelling for years, and that’s what they do. It’s amazing, they’re on a constant journey.

Some of my memories of the farm, from when we were quite small, are feeding the cows and pigs, riding a couple of ponies that we loved, picking turnips and cabbage, being out on the potato digger; and you know, just trying to scatter the potatoes from the rocks as fast as you could so they didn’t get into the big truck, being out so late at night, and always being so dirty and full of the red mud.

We’ve had this stand here for well over ten years now, from June the twenty-fifth every year until Labour Day in September. My father sells to stores, we also work at the Farmer’s Market in Charlottetown which has been an ongoing process in his life since I was thirteen, so that’s twenty years now.

It’s nice being in the garden. I put on an old pair of jeans and just a t-shirt, spray down with bug spray, go bare feet, and stand in the garden for two or three hours just weeding or picking the peas, picking beans, weeding the potatoes. I love vegetables and fruits. I have to say there’s not too many that I would ever turn away.

I’ve been doing this my whole life. My father’s always been a farmer, so now I’ve brought that onto my children. I never thought I would, but I’ve now passed this onto them.

 

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